Historical

One hundred year of evaluation
Evaluation is an important aspect of the policy and decision-making process, as it helps to determine the value and effectiveness of different programs and initiatives. It can be used to assess a wide range of issues, including social, economic, and environmental programs and policies.
By Samira4 years ago in Fiction
Real horror stories that have already happened
A month passed since Amr and his mother stayed in the building, and then some strange events began as if someone was calling him or his mother even though he found her sleeping, and he noticed that he was the only one who heard the voices, so he went to do an audiometry, and there they put a stethoscope on his ear and the doctor asked him what he hears So he told him that there were sounds of a typewriter clicking, the sound of a wireless signal, and incomprehensible noises, so he put the headphones back on, and a woman’s scream appeared, which tired his ear. He can move a lot.
By ABDO4 years ago in Fiction
Behind the Last Window
Behind the Last Window It was a dark and stormy night, the kind that made you want to curl up under a blanket and never leave your bed again. The wind howled and the rain pounded against the windows, as if trying to find a way inside.
By Paul Smith4 years ago in Fiction
The Most Krampus-ful Time of the Year...
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. A beautiful sight, giving lie to the dangers that appeared shortly after the clouds lit up the blackness, drowning out the stars and moon.
By Natasja Rose4 years ago in Fiction
Genesis. Beyond the stars
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. It is beautiful to behold, beyond the terror of aloneness, this tiny view of the vastness of space.
By Novel Allen4 years ago in Fiction
Heroes of Nagato
Imagine living in a place where just turning the corner bring you face to face with stalls upon stalls with merchants of every kind, people everywhere, talking, bartering, and laughing. The most calm and peaceful city in which to live.
By Nicole Cormier4 years ago in Fiction
Next
Through the crackling of the fire, surrounded by the bricks that fortified its internal inferno, it was quite apparent that the man’s soul burned with. Till both the fire and his soul extinguish, so will his ambitions to live forth. Both flames that once stood firm with the roots surrounded by his personal library amongst the walls. Many who he breathed life into just to one day take away.
By DakTH4 years ago in Fiction
Hello Again
“My vision was blurry. The lights above and around carried their tails to one end to the other. Back and forth just like the chatter amongst voices I could not recognize. It was quite haunting in thought, but I felt warm. The warmth was unexplainable, not the depths of my body but in my spirit. My body felt numb and too stiff to move and when I did, these numb hands would caress and pin me down. I flared around further fear but did so with a smile, I think. I felt closer to home. I laid there fighting the beating of the drum. One after another. It got louder and perhaps more sinister, but the feeling of vibration kept the same. Ringing in my ears became louder with the drums. My eyes heavy but distinct voices became audible at this point, telling me to stay awake. I was afraid to go to sleep, but sleep was what I needed. I’ve had sleep paralysis before, so I didn’t think this was any different. The vibrational feeling became very loud and felt it in the warmth of my body to a point I was going to explode. My eyes then blinked slowly till they closed shut.
By DakTH4 years ago in Fiction
Moxie in "Cruel Doubt"
The last place Marko would ever have expected to meet the devil was in Saint Ronan’s Church. Even the New York police seemed forbidden to enter into its austere and mystical quarters, if their intention was to take him into custody; but an agent of pure evil, of course, would not be so hindered. And evildoers, he was stunned to learn, wanted him, too — more than the police did.
By Eric Wolf4 years ago in Fiction
The Lesser Deliberations of the Papal Court
1. Prologue The Pope took his coffee black. It was brought to him promptly by a servant, polished shoes echoing off marble floors, and set beside his gilded throne on a silver tray. Steam caught on a draft wafted an aroma both pleasant and strange to his nose. It was earthy and nutty, with a hint of caramel; distinctly different from the wines and ales he was accustomed to. So Inviting, the Pope thought, though the sentiment was somewhat undercut by the way his servant winced as he placed his fingers on the handle of the ceramic cup.
By O.S. Lawrenchuk4 years ago in Fiction
Vampire Hunters
With our back story out of the way, it is now time to travel into the future two thousand twenty years after the rising of Christ. My brother and I were no longer in Israel we moved all over the world and now resided in the heart of the United States in Kansas City. We work for the Federal Bureau of Investigations in a small department called the Abnormal Investigations Unit. The unit consists of six Field Agents and an Intelligence Analyst. The unit's mission is to keep the underworld from intertwining with the human world.
By Jorden Dunbar4 years ago in Fiction
The Last Window of Apollo. Runner-Up in Behind the Last Window Challenge.
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room... She glanced down at the papyrus on her lap. The hot flames bit at her nostrils as she struggled to finish her inscription before the fires finished their consumption of Troy.
By Emily Marie Concannon4 years ago in Fiction